Sparks flew and Lanloth frowned at the resistance coming from the Sdomka. As the light of the dragon's breath dissipated, the surging shadow energy under the sword finally dissipated, and what appeared in Lanloth's sight was an unexpected enemy.

"Tyris, you idiot!Our mission is to kill these mages, what are you doing?!" The maid who appeared in front of Elona's group with a shadow step saw that there was one less person around her, and immediately went to the other corner, and used her broad-bladed sword to block Lanros's attack Tyris.

Pushing Lanros away with all his might, Tyris stared straight at his enemy, and replied in a very unkind tone: "Whoever dares to touch my son will die!"

"Stupid mortal ......" The maid gritted her teeth, but there was nothing she could do about the stubborn earl, and then she slowly turned around, restrained her emotions at an incredible speed, and looked at Alona and her group with a smile, "You have to have some fun venting your anger, don't you?"

As a whip flashed, the dark magic surged through the maid's sharp and coquettish laughter, and soon, a face that was all too familiar to Lanlos appeared on the maid's face.

No, she's not a maid!

Eliza!

Seeing the enemy appear, Lanloston felt boundless anger welling up in his heart, trembled, and immediately clenched the Exterminator and wanted to flash the past. But he had promised to protect the children, and with the constant alarms in his heart, reason prevailed over impulse.

While!

Despite blocking the broadbladed sword with stomma, Tyris's jump slash brought immense power, and without the use of evil energy burning, Lanloth could not resist the onslaught.

Suddenly, his legs bent violently, and one knee slammed into the floor, and the pain was so severe that Lanlos almost couldn't feel the presence of that leg.

"To despise an earl and his heirs is the price!"

Seeing that the other party was overwhelmed by his explosive power, the chaotic fire in Tyris's eyes kept jumping, obviously very happy, and his hands kept pressing Lanros downward.

But he seemed to be rejoicing a little too soon.

"Cut, that's too much, isn't it?" Trying his best to hold back the heavy blade of his opponent, Lanross smiled sarcastically despite being at a disadvantage.

Hearing this, Tyriston was stunned, and almost at the same time, the air in front of him instantly became hot.

Rumble!

The flames of the explosion sent a raging impact and slammed into Tyris's body. Leaping backwards with the help of his strength, Tyris stumbled to the ground, and immediately slammed his sword to the ground.

The expensive gown on his body was widely charred and torn, and the exposed scarlet skin became distorted and ugly. The sharp pain gave Tyris's hideous expression, but soon, a fierce horror appeared on his face.

The flames of the flameburst gradually dissipated, and Lanloth's cold face clearly met everyone's eyes. He thrust the Slayer into the floor, raised his hands flat, and slowly spread his fingers towards Tyris.

Double casting, arcane missiles!

A sharp whistling sounded continuously, and twelve missiles left a brilliant purple streamer in the air, speeding towards Tyris like a cannon.

Bang, bang, bang......

The dull crash of the scalp tingled endlessly, and the powerful impact kicked up a thin cloud of smoke around Tyris, and it was only after the arcane missile had stopped for a long time that Tyris's figure became clear.

Poof!

Like a puppet with a string cut off, Tyris fell to his knees with his legs limp, and then slowly collapsed.

Although his chest still heaved a little, he was already unrecognizable under the continuous impact of the missiles, and the clothes on his upper body were almost torn to shreds.

Beside him, Ferendre was still a little dazed, until his father fell to the ground, and then he trembled, and his mournful wail went straight to the sky, and his hoarse and heavy voice trembled like chaff.

"No!"

Rushing to Tyris's side, Ferendre stretched out his hand to help him up, but fearing that his injury would worsen, he hesitated back and forth, not knowing what to do for a while. The panic made Filendre more and more anxious, and then he found an outlet to vent this entanglement.

"Bastard!" stared at Lanlos viciously, Filendre was like a hideous-looking beast, his inner anger burning brighter, and his might was much more terrifying than before.

Never die......

The idea is good, but unfortunately, as a half-hung mage, it is wishful thinking to deal with Lanloth.

Seeing that the other party was actually chanting a spell in front of him, Lan Luos pouted helplessly, and then stretched out his hand to grab at the other party.

The shadow magic suddenly converged at Filendre's feet, and the shadows seemed to come alive at this moment. The dark magic turned into slender snakes, silently crawling down his ankles, and soon turned into a vague, slender withered palm around his neck.

The next moment, the incantation in Ferendre's mouth came to an abrupt halt, his eyes widened, and his body suddenly rose up, but no matter how hard he tried, his toes could not touch the ground.

Ferendre reached out in horror, trying to grasp something around his neck. But the shadow magic clinged to his skin, and his fingertips couldn't tear off the shadow's palm except for the red and swollen scratches on his neck.

The two-ring spell, Suffocation, also known as Throat Locking, creates a force field where the hand chokes the target by the throat and lifts the target up. Not only are people who don't have enough strength be able to get rid of the effects of the spell, but they can't even speak.

The nature of the shadow energy made the spell silent for the time it took effect, so that it was impossible to get rid of the existence of Ferendre's strength.

"A word for you. The blue magic gathered in the palm of his hand, and Lan Luosto picked up a slender ice spear that quickly took shape, as if infected by this cold breath, his face was as cold as ice, "If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work." ”

Shout!

Leaving a straight white trail in the air, the ice spear goes straight to Filendre's heart!

It was too late, and a flickering shadow knocked Lanloth's target into the air, and the ice spear pierced through his chest.

Scarlet blood splattered, and the ice spear technique pierced Tyris's body, and took it away, nailing it directly to the corner in a half-seated position.

Lanros's brow furrowed slightly.

It always feels like something bad is going to happen......

"No!" Although he was knocked into the air, Ferendre also released the suffocating restraints at the same time, and came back to his senses, looking at Tyris, who was shot against the wall by the ice spear, and the emerald green flames rising in his eyes couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Why??!" Hurrying forward, Filundre clung to the ice spear that pierced deep into the wall, despite the biting cold, and tried to pull it out with his own strength.

A large, strong, hot hand grabbed his wrist, and Tyris looked up at Ferendre's changed face, shaking his head, his eyes darkening with a hint of remorse.

"I'm glad that you've always looked up to me as a role model. ”

"Originally, I just wanted to borrow the power of these demons to create a more brilliant future for you. ”

"They deceived me, and I, failed you......"

Listening to Tyris's breathless whisper, Ferendre grabbed his wrist with his backhand and shook his head, trying to stop him from talking, but was preempted by his prophetic father.

"Even so, I still, I won't let anyone hurt you, cough cough......" The coldness in his chest gradually spread, and the numbness quickly spread throughout most of his body. What made Tyris even more powerless was that due to numbness, his body even lost its ability to recover, and the blood from the wound gushed outward like money, and the vitality passed at an irreversible speed.

I have to say that the relationship between the two fathers and sons is indeed enviable.

Seeing his father come to the end of his life, Filendre trembled slightly, and the emerald green flames in his eyes gradually became faint, and soon only lingered in the pupils of his eyes. Fine scarlet lines appeared on the whites of the exposed eyes, as if tears would fall at any moment.

Lanlos looked at the extinguishing fire of evil energy in Ferendre's eyes, and while he was surprised, he frowned tightly.

He was in a very bad mood, of course, not because he was moved or anything, but because the current situation made Lao Tzu like a bad person......

Looking at each other directly, seeing that the fire in Ferendre's eyes gradually subsided, Tyris showed a heartfelt smile: "I, I just wanted to tell you ......"

"My child, no matter what, betrays Silvermoon City, betrays the whole world......"

"For you, my father is willing to do anything...... Anything...... Willing to ......"

The air fell silent for a long, long time......

Seeing Filendre say nothing, burying Tyris's lost face in his chest, Lanros fell silent. Inexplicably, a cluster of chaotic fire flashed in the palm of his hand, and the emerald green streamer was reflected in the corner of his eye, which was not extinguished for a long time.

Now is not the time to sigh.

The sound of explosions from the bombardment of spells and the collision of giant beasts sounded in his ears, and Lanlos quickly came back to his senses, then looked at the two fathers and sons who looked like sculptures, shook his head silently, and a touch of coldness appeared on his face.

The flames quickly gathered in his hands, and the scorching temperature kept surging, but they could not melt the ice on Lanlos's face.